On the day this was posted, the internet seemed to have a spasm that lost this wonderful piece for nearly a whole day. It is being presented again to let anyone who may have missed its debut partake. If you have already read it, please forgive this reposting.

Brokenbeat is the youngest of the offspring of the Faire Garden offspring production line. He lives with his wife in the idyllic area of West Asheville, North Carolina. Only gardening for a year, he has thrown himself into the cultivating of his space with heart and soul. We are beaming here and could not resist the temptation of publishing this piece on our blog. It along with his other work can be found at the link above to his site, ‘isn’t there enought to keep up with?’

Thanks for indulging a proud mama.

Frances

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16 Responses to Winter XV- With Permission-again

Yes, that was completely worth the recognition. Brokenbeat has the brilliant gift of creating peices of literature that take you into his written world. You are standing there beside him in his yard, watching as he becomes drenched in the rain. You feel the anticipation; share in his triumph and failure; visualize his smile spread and fade; and you are on his heels, following his footsteps back to the drawing board. His words create images that are so clear, you feel your clothes clinging to you, as though you are soaked by the storm of the rain gods with him.

Robin…Thank you so much. There was a glitch of some kind with the listing of my posts on Blotanical today and they disappeared! The lack of comments was alarming and worrisome. I do appreciate your kind words and all your help in the past. You don’t know what a difference in the quality of my life you made when you told me how to get rid of the big spaces in the blog. I will never forget it!

To all who may have tried to leave a comment here, please keep trying. First this post was lost on the Blotanical list for nearly the whole day it was first published, and now blogger is having a tantrum. Deep breaths now, in and out.

Frances, this was beautiful, thanks for posting it for us to read. I’m finally having luck with getting blogs to open again. Hopefully things will get better now. We still have 45 mph gusts of wind howling past our house.

Hi Frances – earlier in the day I couldn’t get on any blogs but it’s late in the evening now and they’re working. That wonderful poem has such an authentic feel – to write it your son must be both a true gardener and a true poet.

A poem about everything working just fine wouldn’t be as good, would it? As always, adversity seems to be good for art!

Annie…Thanks so much. Brokenbeat is both an enthusiastic, though new, gardener and poet. Everything he does is with all he’s got. You are right about adversity and art, but let’s not cut off our ears, or you can, but I’ll pass. ;->

This is lovely, Frances and Brokenbeat! I love the imagery and the humour and the drama of the piece. You’ve got a real flare for writing, Brokenbeat, that must come from Mamma–and you’ll do well gardening too if you inherit her green thumbs.

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My name is Frances and I am a lifelong gardener, having lived in various parts of the USA over many years. I am now gardening in USDA Zone 7a east Tennessee. From 2000 to 2014 I was gardening on a slope in a small town in Tennessee. I have been blogging about my gardens since December of 2007. Thank you for visiting!